The night deepened, silence thick like ink that wouldn't dissolve.
Yan Yueqing's slender figure merged into the heavy night, returning behind the door that isolated her from the world. The door moved without a breeze, emitting a barely audible "click" after she entered, sealing off external prying.
The iris recognition device at the door lock flashed a string of deep blue, intricate runes for a fleeting moment, quick as an illusion, yet reminiscent of cold, abyssal eyes staring.
Before her unfolded a futuristic library. The ring-shaped floating bookshelves stood like silent sentinels, exuding a cold technological aura. Upon the central floating desk, the pile of old documents resembled scars of history, revealing its true mission.
